Mindful by Mary Oliver

Every day
….I see or hear
……..something
…………that more or less

kills me
….with delight,
……..that leaves me
…………like a needle

in the haystack
….of light.
……..It was what I was born for –
…………to look, to listen,

to lose myself
….inside this soft world –
……..to instruct myself
…………over and over

in joy, 
….and acclamation.
……..Nor am I talking
…………about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
….the very extravagant –
……..but of the ordinary,
…………the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
….Oh, good scholar,
……..I say to myself,
…………how can you help

but grow wise
….with such teachings
……..as these –
…………the untrimmable light

of the world,
….the ocean’s shine,
……..the prayers that are made
…………out of grass?

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